Yesterday I was moving crap around in the basement to make room for some free kitchen cabinets. Our neighbors are remodeling their kitchen and bathrooms and offered us their cabinets. To which I gave my standard answer to anyone offering me free crap: “Heck yeah! Let me borrow a truck!” So I sent my hubby and my brother, Paul, and a couple of my hubby’s friends over last night to pick up these free cabinets that will one day (knock on 80’s style oak) be installed in our second kitchen in the basement.

But I’m off-point. The point of this post is to tell you what I found while I was moving around boxes of amazingly important stuff (so important that in the 2 years we’ve been here, it’s never been even so much as looked at) in our basement.

I found this:

One dust covered, Mtv logo-ed, drug around and made it through 11 moves (yes, the actual number) cassette tape holder. You heard me correctly. Not CD’s… cassettes. As in, one step up the nerd rungs from 8-tracks. You’re dying to see the contents, right? You are so lucky that I totally aim to please:

That’s just one side of it. It’s a double-sided holder. Some of the titles you can see quite clearly… like my love for Jodeci. Some of the others, though, I had to take some closer shots of just so you can see how awesome my collection is. (oh, and because I totally aim to please? The pictures are links to YouTube so you can listen to any of the following. You’re welcome.) (But if you are at work, I’d turn down the speakers, lest you be ridiculed to death by coworkers.)

Because when you are driving down a stretch of 95 South to get to the beach, you have to listen to this. And then spot lots of booty. Or, if you are a girl, shake your booty in order to be spotted.

Oh yeah, the dance-off. Duplicated poorly at every church dance I ever attended as a youth.

Richard Marx carried me through every break-up with cute boys from 7th to 10th grade.  And there were some doozies in there.

I have nothing sarcastic to say about Paperboy. I still love “Ditty”. I can mop my kitchen floor in record time to this song. And the parental advisory only goes to prove that I’ve always been badass… even as a youth.

And for my LDS readers… you will appreciate this one:

(Ummm, but there was no YouTube clip for this one. If you want to hear it, it can still be found at the Distribution Center.)

A few others:

Oh, then there’s this little gem:

There’s no clip for this, either. This is from 7th grade. It’s a book report I did on Ian Flemming’s Thunderball. And as you can see, I got a ‘C’ !! I remember why that is. I didn’t really read the entire book. I ended up watching the movie (we had all of the James Bond movies because my mom was obsessed). And then I made the report like a radio program, but most of it wasn’t about the book; it was mostly these creative little radio commercials I made about soda and construction companies. So the ‘C’ was actually probably generous.

There are many more, but I’ll stop there. (But one I didn’t show that is particularly awesome was from this guy I met in a chat room when I was 19 or 20, and I don’t remember his name but he was from England and looked like Robert Smith … and he seriously thought he was a vampire. It was a mix tape that contained a lot of NIN and Portis Head.) And to think I almost threw out this case of gems many times over! But no, it’s still in my basement. I’ll pass it down to Jachin when he comes of age.

And maybe sometime I’ll go through my CD collection to illustrate my awesomeness in High School!